The fire spread like blanket across the farm
The farmers are guarding their crops from the harm
The cattle haven’t rested
They’ve run to places their owners hadn’t invested
The village may summon the heads and those interested.
In my home cattle and crops are highly contested.
This is why we’ve always protested.
Crops are crushed and waters infested.
My neighbour has cracks in her skin
The doctor purred that she’s been molested
Her thighs have bruises in between
Why didn’t the hospital get her first tested?
My teacher no longer speaks of God
He thinks He’s joined politic’s party
He knows the bible is oddly flawed
He says caste has murdered many verbally
So soon i’ll graduate from school
And my village may have no need of me
The South may share warm embrace so cruel
But hide their daughters from my ‘Northern’ Bachelor’s Degree